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Snoop Dogg, O2 Arena

Snoop Dogg, O2 Arena

Doggumentin' in Docklands

In the 19 years of his million-selling gangsta-bragging pimp-shizzling hip-hop-rapping career, the man born Calvin Cordozar Broadus, Jr has gone to some lengths to inform us that his name is, in fact, Snoop Dogg. He has appeared as himself - or a transparent alter ego - in several films, "starred" in a raft of low-grade at-home-with-Snoop TV shows, referred to himself endlessly during interviews in the third person (and in his own weird third tense), and has about a thousand lyrics, songs and album titles with all or part of his moniker embedded in them. Bit strange, then, that most of the time, he can't remember it.

Perhaps, at last night's O2 gig - titled (you guessed it) "Snoop Dogg" - the Doggfather was just having an off day; but it was hard to see what all the fuss is about. His warm-up bods did him no favours, either, playing extracts (?) from Bob Marley, Biggie Smalls and Beyoncé’s classic feminist anthem “All the Dinner Ladies”, in an effort to whip up a crowd more white and in denial than the guests at Mandela's last birthday.

Snoop took the stage at what could only be described as an indifferent gangsta hobble

Mistajam gave some power-to-the-people shout-outs to the brethren, in particular telling the folks in the gods – ie, me – that we shouldn’t have been so cheap (still, always nice to see the rich peeps reprazentin' in their corporate boxes), and then there was some cunningly coded banter about "smokin' – and I’m NOT talking about cigarettes" (it was coded on an anvil), followed by everyone in the crowd aksing each other for Rizlas, bruv. (Nobody aksed me. I wonder why.) And then Snoop took the stage - at what could only be described as an indifferent gangsta hobble.

He seemed a little under-dressed. I mean, I was at least expecting a green hat. Perhaps with a feather. Set at a pimpin’ angle. But all Snoop was sporting was a black doo rag [that’s gangsta for “shit bandana”], and a bit of bling on his microphone hand. As for performance charisma, or indeed any kind of live-show value-added, it didn’t really look like he was working up much of a sweat.

For effort, the points go to his dawgs and his bitches. Snoop had the inevitable posse of yo-yo guys (literally, guys in football shirts [US] who walk along the stage saying “yo” in the commas). He also had an actual dog - at any rate, a guy wearing a dog head, who spent all his time dry-humping the air (an actual dog would at least have had the wit to bring his own table leg) and, when that didn’t fire up the mob, got out his big doggy dick. It didn’t do that lipstick thing the bitches seem to love so much, but you could see it from row Q, which is something.

There was also a hot-panted trio from the Women’s Liberation Army grinding it up on stage. Box-checked for one white, one black, and one Latino, this porno UN delegation was the only reason for wanting to be closer to the action. For the most part, they performed what could only be called single-party coitus – and they were getting the moves wrong, too. The white one was wearing a knee brace, so that was sexy.

It was like a serial composition by a novelty gangsta Ansaphone

I didn’t have a playlist to hand, but trust me when I say that Snoop did all the songs that start with “Yeahhh...” and “Ow!” He said “Hey ho.” He said "Sing it now" and he said “Say what?” He said “Make some muthafuckin’ nooooiiiiiise.” It was like a serial composition by a novelty gangsta Ansaphone. But most of the time he just said his name.

Actually, he got the audience to say it (and if I'd paid for my ticket I'd have been pretty pissed at the proportion of the work I was expected to do myself). At one point, there was an entire song dedicated to the issue. "What's my name?" Conservatively, I estimate about 20 per cent of the gig was devoted to iterating the requisite two words, and I began to wonder if he'd misplaced his script. Now, I ain’t the Surgeon General, or nuthin’, but if Snoop can’t remember his muthafuckin’ name perhaps he should lay off the jokes about smokin’ - and I'm NOT talking about cigarettes, YOUKNOWWHATI'MSAYIN'?

Most of the time, alas, I just didn't know what he was sayin'. The nearest I got to revelation was when, halfway through “Gin & Juice”, Miss October said, “I know an excellent cover of this. It’s by a hillbilly band.” At one point I went for a piss, and through the urinal, the concrete wall, and several thousand fleshy, velour-shrouded bodies, I was honestly none the unwiser. The few words I could make out ["lyrics" would imply a connection to, say, melody of some kind] implied a classic brand of 21st-century popstar outlook, and it strikes me the Little Book of Snoop Philosophy would be a) a very little book indeed, and b) a bestseller. Money is bad, but having it is good; Snoop hisself is Robin Hood ("Robbin’", no doubt), but no one paying 50 quid for a ticket is gonna see a rebate; women are hoes, but you cain’t do no gardening without ‘em, if you catch my meaning.

Someone like Snoop treats his bitches right

If I understand Mr Dogg’s position on women [don’t say it], it’s that, if they're incredibly lucky and find themselves a good man (someone like Snoop, for instance, who treats his bitches right), then they might, just, if they ask nicely, get theirs before I get mine. On their birthday, maybe. He certainly didn't make it sound like it was an enshrined right. I can't speak for the women in the audience (or for why they were even there), but while he was singing about “Sensual Seduction”, and using that gay voice-distort that men have to use when singing about matters of the soul, and he was saying "yeah... for the ladies", and the lights were all purple, and the go-go dancers were dancing real slowww... I felt like I was being molested by Glen Quagmire.

For counterbalance (presumably), Snoop threw in “Money” - for the white kids who've only seen him in Old School - and a couple of wannabe club hitz. You could tell, because the literature went into minimalist hyperdrive – the word “jump” featured prominently – and there were Big Lights.

There ought to be some kind of gigging law regarding the inverse ratio of "good time" being had to the number of occasions on which the performer has to ask. Last night I counted at least a dozen, and it didn't seem to be doing the trick. Only 60 minutes after he'd come on, and with serious numbers already making a bid for the Tube, Snoop made one last play: “London, England [good], I’ll come back any time you want.”

Yeah... Say what? And - sorry, yo - what was your name again?

What's his name? Conservatively, I estimate about 20 per cent of the gig was devoted to iterating the requisite two words

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You don't have to be black to be at a Snoop Dogg concert, so saying that "white audience" comment was really quite irrelevant. Being there last night, I can inform you that there was a vast variation in different races.

I was there last night and I must say I agree with you. He didn't try to impress, there was no show at all. But then, it depends on how big a fan of Snoop Dogg are you... I was having great fun. It didn't last very long at all and there was no encore which was disappointing but he played most of his hits and I felt like being at the party and dancing to my favourite song which lasted 60 minutes instead of 5. I'd just say, it would be nice if he had tried a bit more but I am glad I went anyway

Smyth, sorry m8 ur peice about snoop is total crap!!! U went as a writer (or woteva u call yaself ) not a fan! I went last nite an travelled a way 2get there an woz not disappointed! Snoop (muddafuckin) dogg is an absolute legend and 2 make da millions he's made, u gotta b talent! He strolled on in an American football tracksuit an shirt which as "A FAN" I totally expected! Bottom line, snoop is still an will always b a legend!! Oh an I'm white!! Whinnie

Oh an jus 4 the record, sweat which is certified gold has sold more than 500,000 copies in the UK alone! Snoops made 11 studio albums an sold over, yeah over 40 milion albums worldwide, he deserves all he gets, he's earned it over the years! 'TRUE LEGEND'. All we need now is 2pac 2 rise from da dead!!

it was crap ive followed rap music 20yrs no stage no presence no smoke no mirrors no entertainment no effort by snoop to make it a good concert no passion from big dogg no energy no laser lighting no american over the top no fireworks pretty much overall a shambles of a night to charge everyone in there 40 quid for over an hour of snoop is a joke dre eminem snoop jay-z 50cent would never do a concert like that with no stage set up no experience for me to what i thought might be a most memorable night for me look like no planning at all just turn up whats up london rap 1hour thank u very much$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$

I was there, i'd give it 7 outta 10. I was expecting more, especially as he had pictures of all his albums in the background. I might be biased as I prefer his older stuff, anything after 2001 is not really my style of Snoop except maybe the odd tune.
Would of prefered to of seen the Doggystyle tour at the Lovebox festival, but I was kicked out by the police before I even got in for having 4 spliffs.
I wish I could of seen Snoop 10 years ago, but what can you do. He;s still my favourite rapper, I just dont like the music of today, I might sound like an old c**t but i'm 26 and prefer the old gangsta shit, not the dancy trancy I just wanna make you sweat shit, or the bubblegum drop like it like its hot. I enjoyed the classics, but the tunes what make the average teenage girl scream just makes me cringe... guess im gettin old.

Sure I was disappointed for stand I paid for but all in all I was there to represent & simply enjoy his classics and welcome the dogg back from his Uk ban thrown on him by our idiots at Baa Heathrow!
The writer is obviously not a fan told by his own choice of words and obviously has no rhythm to get down G'tight!
Clueless to even mention race,colour or creed in this age he needs to sit on the back burner for a while before writing reviews for Londoners again!
Perhaps he be better off reviewing a Mick jagger concert or other similar ?
Me (stress1ify) & the dee Jay tha-general rocked the balcony non the less.
My only other distress for the evening was he security! You ain't ready to play with us & we showed you fools! (industry cloned jobs worth dick eds)
Anyone who wants to blame snoops playlist must look no further to blame than the mean fiddler corp!
We know the score long-time on the scene, tru representation London!
Good vibes good jokes
Holler @ my boy deejay Strings (Kool fm) representing the fam that night! I'm rolling with you next time
1luv

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